Hero Bobbo

[Prince Toad]

Syfer: Bobbo! You're late!
Bobbo: What? Oh... coming! Hold on!

Bobbo rolled out of his bed and hastily dressed himself, strapping on his chainsword and dashing out the door. Outside awaited the blonde-haired Syfer, a tall and brilliant but less than prudent fellow, sporting a chainsword at his hip, who had long been a friend of Bobbo's.

Syfer: What were you doing?
Bobbo: Sleeping, try it sometime. What's going on?
Syfer: We're, like, an hour late. Aluna and Blorg are gonna be so pissed, they must have been waiting for... an hour.
Bobbo: Yeah. Uh, sucks for them. Let's just go.
Syfer: Okay.

The pair headed down the hall to the Invention Sector.

Bobbo: Nervous at all?
Syfer: I guess. Don't think it's a big deal, really.
Bobbo: Yeah... only been preparing our whole lives for this.
Syfer: Well, yeah, but still. We'll go throw something together and get on with our lives.
Bobbo: Uh, our lives are supposed to be devoted to this thing. Where have you been?
Syfer: I've been listening to some of the rumors. We're gonna conquer the world, man.
Bobbo: Right. Like the stupid surface dwellers can stand up to us. But still, we are supposed to concentrate on this first. Besides, it'll help out the war effort.
Syfer: I don't want to help out, I want to command! Fighting and inventing are fine and all, but I wanna be able to direct my own forces. I'm smart, you know that.
Bobbo: Yeah... yeah... whatever, let's just do this. It's hardly a chore.
Syfer: Okay... whatever. Here we are anyway. Third door on the left?
Bobbo: That's ri-- whoa!

A huge explosion was heard from the second door on the right.

Bobbo: Alright, guess other people are getting to work. Let's go.

They opened the door. Within, the repulsive but kind and smart gnome Blorg stood against a wall, tinkering with some unnamed object. Seated at the round table on which her elbows rested, a bored-looking Aluna glanced up. She was plain to look at, and not the most intelligent of people, but what she lacked in wit she made up for in sense, and she was alarmingly fast-- a stunningly accurate and quick shot with her pistol.

Aluna: Where the hell were you guys?
Syfer: I slept in a little. He slept in a lot.
Aluna: You lazy bastards, you always do that. Someday you're gonna regret it. Ugh. Well... whatever, any of you got some ideas for this gunblade thing?

Do ya? Punk?

[ August 15, 2004, 10:25 PM: Message edited by: Prince Toad ]

[Parrakarry]

Yeah. Punk.

I'll say that maybe we could, like... put a gun... in a blade. No, but seriously, maybe we could widen the hilt of the sword and put a little... shooter in there, with a button to fire. Then we could round... er... rounden the blade so the bullet can go down it. Unless they, like, use musket balls... they don't, do they?

[Prince Toad]

Nah, they use decent bullets. I guess. So, uh... what?